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Wednesday WriMo Woes

Here we are, middle of week two of NaNoWriMo. It's been going well. I don't feel desperate crazy like I have in the past. That makes me suspicious of next week, as it well should.

If I've learned one thing from expanding THL, it's that I have often rushed into the really awesome actions scenes. I am plying The Sky Pirate's Wife with lots of excellent detail and dialogue. No, I will not have SPW finished when the end of the month rolls around. It will be shy of about 30k, which I will attempt to add on in December depending on what kind of edits The Treasure Hunter's Lady needs. Should THL need copious amounts of edits that take up a great amount of time (aha! I knew there was a reason I had all those vacation days saved up!), I will attempt to finish SPW in January. If some miracle occurs (i.e. unicorns pooping rainbows that magically turn into words in my document, Dr. Pepper fountains springing up in my living room and give me motivation and the entire story, getting another set of hands that aren't in crippling pain) enabling me to type really, really fast and plot even faster, I might, in fact, finish SPW by Nov. 30th.

Maybe if I don't sleep at all this weekend... I could put bottles of caffeinated beverages around my chair, get a box or two of Cheerios, strap ice packs to my wrists, gather some toothpicks to prop my eyelids open... I mean, it's only 30k, right? It takes me, what, an hour and a half to write out 1k if I'm not too distracted or have to search through the thesaurus for an alternate word or look up a meaning. That's like under 40 hours and it's a three-day weekend, so that leaves me plenty of time to... end up with my face on the keyboard, drooling.

Okay, maybe I am a little desperate crazy. I get so jealous of all the WriMos who have 30k+ words in the first week. What is the matter with you people?! I hate to be shown up. I have a competitive spirit and if I wasn't trying, if I was writing jibberish instead of something that halfway makes sense, I could probably type out 30k in a week too.

As it is, I'm not one of those crazy college kids writing a book for a lark. I'm actually trying to get something out of it. A story line that makes sense. I check my word count frequently because I often forget that I'm writing a story for the story. I'm trying to make my daily word count goal, I'm trying to stay above it by a day at least (competitive spirit, remember?).

Right now, the skies are clear, the sailing is smooth. My deep-seated hope is to hit 20,000 by Saturday. My rookie year, the 20k's were the most dangerous part of my journey. Last year I breezed through them and almost perished in the 35k's.

I'm not ahead today, I don't feel motivated. I really hope I'm not coming down with something, but I don't think I am. The weather is kid of icky and (say it with me!) I hate November. There's ol' Lief, the muse, ready to do some heavy lifting this weekend. It's supposed to warm up (the weather, not Lief), so maybe I'll be reenergized by the sun. Fight, battle on, whether you're a WriMo or a writer or something. We can see the end. It's kind of far away, but it's there.